askerian | NOOOES (naruto fandom babble)

*feeds plot bunnies lost of sugar and flees*

*shaken*
*coughs up a hairball on you*

=D

*tired-up-too-late-fangirl-sleepy-semi-pounce-of-squee*

because i'll write one when a bunny strikes, and when i'm less tired. *sleeps*

Hey! It's not like I'm not working on other Naruto stories, you know! And I am going to write a sequel. Which will have Sasuke in it. And which was your own damn plot bunny in the first place. So there!

Plus, y'know, there's going to be an epilogue, probably up this weekend. (Give or take a few days... probably toward the later side.)

Errr.... I found this collecting dust on the comp. I wrote it a while back, and forgot about it. You can have it, dear, since you seem to be in dire need of a fix.

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Title:- Bottle Hair

A/N:- Err…this is a thing. Can’t be defined otherwise. If you want to be technical, we can call it a drabble (I’m still trying to get over the fact that I wrote something under 500 words, and did not explain every facet of its miniscule plot). Yup, still being plagued by Team Seven-ness.

Warnings:- Rampant OCC-ness. (As rampant as you can get in 210 words.) Silly crack!

Disclaimer:- Believe it or not, I actually don’t own Naruto. Go figure, aye? Bet I had you all fooled.

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“Eh…heh, heh, Sakura-chan,” the blond said uneasily, backing up. “Don’t take things so seriously, eh? This is all just a big misunderstanding. Why don’t we…erm…talk this out over a bowl of ramen? My treat.” Naruto smiled – he hoped – charmingly.

Sakura continued to look patently unamused, and continued to advance menacingly.

Naruto sweat-dropped, and wondered how he’d gotten himself into this mess.

Reclining on a nearby tree, Sasuke smirked. He supposed he could mention to Sakura that she actually was mistaken. It had in fact been Kiba who had given birth to the vicious rumour that Sakura wasn’t a natural….well, pink-haired. Ino had overheard the Inuzuka, and wasted no time in telling her best friend that the loud-mouthed idiot was suggesting that she got her hair from a bottle. Unfortunately – or fortunately; it depended on how sadistic Sasuke was feeling at the moment – she hadn’t deigned to mention which loud-mouthed idiot.

The Uchiha heir decided against voicing the truth. He was bored, and this was proving to be mildly entertaining. He folded his arms over a navy-clad chest, and smiled. The foreign positioning of his lips made him look vaguely psychotic.

Yeah, he would say he was feeling pretty sadistic right about now, he thought as Naruto careened into a rock.

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XDDDD eeevil!!! I love sasuke's smirking. and the msunderstanding about the idiots, so easy to make XD *purrlove*

... i know... BUT STILL ;_;

*sits down to wait*

*and wait*

*and waiiiiiiiiiiiit*

aw, s'alright ;_;

*BITES*

When I first read "NOOOES" - I thought it said NOODLES

-_-

You gave me such nice responses to my other ficlets that I thought I'd write you another. It helped that I was inspired. ^_^ The reasoning behind this was that I'm frustrated with those people who're angry at Sasuke for leaving and betraying Konoha, just because they don't understand him. I want to kick him as much as the next fangirl, but I want to hug him right afterwards, too. Hope you enjoy!

Gateway

Sasuke stood before the gates of Konoha and knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how many people would resent him for it. He knew how each of his teammates would react. He knew what he’d have to do once went forward. He knew that, if what he hoped came to pass, he’d end up dead.

It didn’t matter to him.

Determination was as much a part of his being as any cell. It was the fire in his soul that kept him going when lurking despair finally surfaced, the rage that fuelled his existence when he could find no reason for existing. It was the only thing in his life that surpassed the hatred he felt, the hatred that grew and swelled every passing second.

He was becoming what Itachi wanted him to become, and he knew it. But that didn’t matter to him, either.

Sometimes, when he closed his eyes in the still moments between movement and thought, he heard distant screams. Each time he heard them they sounded less and less like his family’s and more like his own. He acknowledged that even as he wouldn’t acknowledge that it unnerved him. Sasuke told himself that insanity was inconsequential, that it didn’t matter, like everything else. But what humanity was left in the depths of him railed in protest. It told him differently.

He tried desperately not to listen to it.

He tried desperately not to see the tiny, young boy who voiced those screams: the deepest pain of his being, whose face was streaked with blood, dirt, tears. The blood of his family. The dirt of his worth. The tears of his reality.

It all meant the same to him, in the end. He also knew one thing above all else: there was one way to stop those screams, and he was going to achieve it.

He knew that, once his hopes came to pass, he’d breathe his last breath in silence.

He walked through the gates.

;_____; !!! crazysuke!! *hugglesqueeze* poor angsty bastard ;_; no die, not allowed ;;

Glad you liked!

And personally, I think he's at least borderline suicidal. XD;

Yeah, so, as you can tell, I feel like angst right now. Lots of it. (Or fluff, really, I suppose...) Hence why I'm writing Sasuke. Any requests? XD;;

I got a total of zero sleep last night, therefore I am an official rabid fangirl!

Oh, and it's 8:17 AM where I am right now. That's why the zero sleep means anything. ^^;

hah XD baaaaad. as if i never missed a night of sleep. heh.

... ficlet... Itachi, Sasuke and the end.

Hmm, maybe if Miss Asuka were online there'd be fluff over ramen. Hint hint!
No, seriously, I'm working on the dreamfic, but it's all on normal paper. So, in the way of Yoda and the Sheriff of Rottingham, On...ass...your...online...get!

sorry love, no can do. I have an interview in a half-hour. Anyway today I have decided I will not get online. I will write instead. so there.

I never write anything when i can chat instead -__-;;; baaaad asuka. email? or post here?

Well, I didn't mean today, but some point in the near future. The first chapter isn't done (I've been working on it before classes, but so far it's a LOT of Sakura reflecting on past years and Naruto. BUT! Pic for the fic is done. And once again I bemoan my inability to draw, causing me to rely on already-existing images as bases. Ugh.

http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b370/toki_usagi_2/FicPic3.jpg

Gave up on trying to do the entire thing with Photoshop and reverted to colored pencils. Then scanned and smoothed everything, added color to the scrolls, skin tone, and an odd, shiny rasengan in Photoshop. Oh! Lookie! Adult Sasuke actually looks like himself! *kills Sasuke's impossible to draw Chocobo hair) And the story of Saskue's scar(s) will be told eventually... Poor boy, I'm probably going to end up torturing him before this thing ends.

I'll email the chapter to you once it's typed up. So much to do today!

And a note on the pic... age-wise: Sakura's 21, and Naruto and Sasuke are 20... Erg, ok, time to get ready to go to class. *stab*

Oh, you're evil. I've never even written Itachi before. O.O

Hmm... *scurries off*

*returns* Ugh. I hate it. They all feel OOC, the dialogue forced, the ending bad. And it mutated! It mutated completely! Well, here it is. Make of it what you will. Oh, and it's years in the future.

*growls* And more formatting errors! This is my ~~third~~ forth attempt at posting. I... hate... Microsoft... (<--my war cry in all computer things.) I'm such a horrible perfectionist. -_-;;;;;

End

It was the end of all things, all relevant things in his life, and it was time. Itachi felt it with a keen finality that seemed satisfactory to him.

"Brother," he whispered. Blood trickled down his skin, stark. "You are finally... strong enough."
Possibilities, though.
He saw a tear not of his own eye. He saw a wound, a living, festering tragedy that he had made, and felt no remorse.

Itachi's eyes closed. His words were barely audible. "Become stronger. For me."

He watched his brother die, and all Sasuke could think was that he wished he'd died with him.

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Continue

"Bastard!" exclaimed Naruto in a panicked shriek. "What the fuck - fucking hell do you think you're doing? I don't care about your fucking quest for vengeance - " and that definitely wasn't a way to ingratiate Sasuke to him, but he didn't fucking care at this point - "so I'm not going to let you do this! I don't even fucking understand the fucking reasoning behind it, because you're a stupid fucking bastard who couldn't think with his own brain!"

Alright, so sense wasn't high on his list at the moment. It never was, and just then Sasuke overwhelmed all of his thoughts. What he'd tried to do couldn't be called suicide in the

strictest sense, but to Naruto, who knew his teammate inside and out, it was clear that he'd finally given up. And that was unacceptable, so fundamentally not Sasuke that he couldn't stand it. Wouldn't stand it.

"It's none of your business," answered Sasuke in an even, flat tone. His eyes were as dead as his purpose.

"It fucking well is my business!"

"Stay out of it."

There wasn't even a dobe tacked onto the end of it. That hurt more than he'd thought it would. "No, I won't stay out of it," Naruto hissed, the panic replaced by intense anger, concern. "I won't stay out of it because you're a stupid bastard who can't even take care of himself without someone holding his hand. Whatever happened to your stupid vengeance kick, anyway? Where's your brother now?" It was almost a taunt.

Sasuke remained unchanged, expression - and thoughts - curiously blank. "Dead," he murmured.

Naruto froze. "Dead? Dead?" He repeated it numbly. Life returned, bafflement with it. "Then why aren't you - oh, I don't know, smiling for once, instead of fucking trying to kill yourself?"

"I wasn't trying to kill myself," he said calmly.

"Yes, you fucking were! Don't even try to argue that, Sasuke, because I know you! I know you better than anyone else on the whole fucking planet, and - " Here, he faltered, voice cracking for a moment, and then, in a roar: "and you aren't going to fucking die just when you have a chance to become human!"

"I wasn't human before?" A whisper. Dark eyes, cold, stared at the ground. "I guess not. But, Naruto... What's left for me?"

"What's left for you? You - You..." The anger left him, and he sighed, tired, in its place. He reached a hand out and let it rest on Sasuke's shoulder, more positive contact than he'd had for years. "I'm still here, bastard," he said, almost softly. "You go anywhere, you do anything, you even try to commit suicide - and I'm still here. You can't do a single thing without me, got it? I won't be left behind!"

That, Sasuke could understand. It'd consumed most of his life, after all, and as he looked at Naruto's hand on his pale, pale skin, he felt a glimmer of - not hope, but possibility, something just as rare in his experience. "Then maybe I'd better stop running. Otherwise, I'll be so far ahead you can't catch up." A very faint smirk.

A fierce grin. "Yeah right, bastard - you just try it! You can't get rid of me!"

"You think I don't know that by now, dobe? You're so annoying."

"Yeah," he responded smugly, "but that's why you keep me around."

*completely... gives... up* *dedd* -_-;;;;;;;

Being a perfectionist just never works out for me. EVAR.

Appreciate my effort, damn it! >_<; *whines*

~~Really, that's not a ploy for pity. Really.~~

AGH! Where did that copy and paste come from in the middle of the dramatic Itachi moment?! *witholds frustrated scream* *ends up surprisingly mellow*

Right. Giving up it is. *cheerfully marches off to Forget It Exists and read something else*

wow, sasuke, stop being dead inside ;_; go naruto goooo~ (sorry no better comment cause yay headache and sleepy, but yay for ficlet which = aww-ness *cuddlelicks you*)

*appreciates your efforts* ^-^

*laughs at you anyway* haha, topped by your computer. hahahaha. XD

I know, my Sasuke is one majorly fucked up bastard. O.o;; He feels disturbingly canon to me. As in, that's not always a good thing...

Thanks for the appreciation, though. XD; And yeah, my comp totally p0wns me all the time. I'm so submissive towards it... I actually apologize when it freezes and restarts, promising that I won't keep so many windows open at once next time (a total lie).

So... any more requests? <.<;; *desperate* *masochist masochist masochist*

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